#soft!dark!Colin Shea

[cottagecheese1]

unhinged worlds 3

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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This all seemed so wrong–actually it was wrong. The way Andy was eating you out like a madman between your thighs seemed too good to be true, and the fact that some deep part of you liked this made you shiver. Maybe it was because of the foreign praise Johnny and Colin gave you while you squirmed in their grasp while desperately trying to give yourself an ounce of freedom.

“Aww, honey I just know you’re so close already”, Colin said with a mocking grin.

Apparently, Andy didn’t seem to be fooled by your desperate attempt to conceal the moans that were forced out of the back of your throat, because you felt his mouth attach to your clit and aggressively start sucking. You suddenly jumped back, trying to create some sort of distance between the both of you. Andy then just wrapped his arms around your thighs–pulling you closer, which caused a sudden spasm to exit your body.

“Mmm, look at you sweetheart, all sensitive and shit,” Johnny cooed while pinching your exposed nipples, which caused you to let out a weak squeal.

Colin chuckled and squeezed your other nipple roughly, “She’s just a Baby Johnny, she obviously can’t help it,” he said as he leaned down and pecked your forehead. “can’t you Honey? You’ve never felt this good, have you?”

You really haven’t ever felt this good before. Not that you would ever let any of the three men know that, but the desperate whine you let out as Andy shoved his tongue deeper inside of you just made the two men taunt you more, and the unwanted pleasure that Andy was giving you and with the crude words that spilled out of Johnny and Colin–you could feel that tension building up in your lower stomach want to unravel.

Johnny brushed your hair off your sweat covered forehead with his hand, then leaned down to give you a slight peck on your temple, “C'mon sweetheart, go ahead and cum for me–I know you want to.”, Johnny said with a teasing coo.

Andy then reached up to rub your clit, and that was your breaking point. You no longer could hold in that burning sensation, so you just let it go–feeling your body unravel all at once felt like heaven–you must have not noticed the pornographic moan you let out because the chatter of how ‘pretty she sounds’ came to topic.

As soon as your senses finally came back, you didn’t feel loved or cared about at all. You felt dirty, used even. As you lay on the couch with teary eyes, trying to keep up with the sound of your heartbeat, just so you could try to focus on anything other than the situation you're currently in.

Andy snapped you out of your train of thought when you felt your body being set up to lean against Johnny. Suddenly feeling exposed you bring your knees up to your chest while trying to somewhat cover your exposed chest, but considering the only two bare naked people in the room are You and Johnny–it didn’t seem to surprise you.

Andy then grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, so your gaze was meeting his, then he said, “You did really good honey, I know that was scary, but you sat there and took it like a big girl. Daddy’s so so proud of you.”, he then leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

Even though his praises did make you feel a little better–you couldn’t stop shaking–the heater broke at the end of spring, so it was always extra chilly in your house. That's why you always wore comfy sweaters around.

Johnny seemed to notice how much you were shivering when he wrapped his arms around you because he said, “You cold baby? Don’t you know I’m a human furnace?”, he asked with a teasing tone. You responded with a small, “yes..I’m cold”, and Johnny seemed to take that as a pass to go ahead and pull you on top of his lap while he adjusted his arms to wrap around you more tightly.

You didn’t even notice Andy left because he came back with what looks like one of his cable knit sweaters and a fresh pair of panties, then he made his way over to you with long strides before kneeling in front of you.

“Daddy got you a nice cozy sweater and fresh pair of panties for his special girl.” Andy said softly as he pulled the overly large sweater over your head and pulled the cotton panties up your legs.

Colin cooed teasingly at your flushed face before saying, “aww, that was nice sweetheart, what do you say?”, you looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your fingers–trying to hide your flushed face.

Andy chuckled before responding for you, “Don’t tease her, she’s just a little shy right now. Isn’t that right honey?”, you look at Andy's smug expression before nodding.

He kisses your forehead before standing back up and sitting by you and Johnny, “That reminds me, your uncle Lloyd is coming tomorrow to stay for a while–you don’t know him honey, but-”, Andy gets cut off by Johnny when he quickly responds with, “That fucker is NOT my uncle. Why is that asshole coming anyway?” Andy rolls his eyes at his banter before he continues.

“Well, I’ve been telling him about our little angel, and he wants to come and see her.”, Andy says sternly. This conversation between them both seemed to make you perk up because, who is Lloyd? Why has he been telling this man about you?

Andy seemed to sense your concern, so he pulled you onto his lap, “Oh honey, there's no reason to be worried...”, he said before he adjusted you on his lap, so you were straddling his legs, then he rested his hands on your hips.

Andy then continued, “Lloyd really likes you sweet girl, so there would be no reason for him to be mean to you unless you’re not very nice, but I won’t have to worry about that because you're a good girl, right?” You paused, trying to process his words, but the expression on his face said, ‘give me an answer now.’ so you just nodded.

“Words angel, I wanna hear that pretty voice.” Andy said sternly, so you responded “Yeah”, you could tell that wasn’t what he was looking for, but he seemed to settle thankfully.

Colin then pitched in, “don’t believe him baby, that guy is a total asshole–he’s probably into some fucked up shit-” Andy cut him off quickly before scolding, “Stop that, you’re scaring her..remember you’re in my house Colin.”

This new information makes you nervous. Scared actually. What if Colin was right–just like he was right about Andy. All you felt right now was overwhelmed and afraid, you never asked for any of this, so now you could only assume this random man was gonna come here and do worse things to you.

You could feel a sob bubbling up in your throat, chest tight, heart racing, you don’t know why you felt embarrassed about the tears that were running down your face. They are the ones doing this to you, it's not your fault, but you couldn’t seem to think when you were hyperventilating and a fresh rack of sobs coming out all at once.

Andy tried to calm you down, rubbing your back and squeezing you in a tight hug did little to cease how upset you felt, “sweetheart, look at me.”, you couldn’t think all you could do was trying to get away from him–you hated how he touched you–how safe he made you feel, how gentle he was. You hated this but you couldn’t help but look at him when he told you too.

“Such a good girl..I know you’re overwhelmed honey, but nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you when you’re here. Lloyd is not gonna hurt you because he knows he needs to be gentle with you.” Andy said as he pressed your head into the crook of his neck.

Johnny leaned over to rub your back and pressed a kiss on the top of your head before saying, “Colin was just exaggerating baby, he’s not that much of an asshole.” Johnny then got up and stretched his arms above his head before continuing, “In fact, he’ll probably treat you just like his little princess, I bet you’ll end up loving it as much as he does.” he ends as he walks away with a yawn.

You could hear a distant “goodnight”, being called, but you just laid against Andy’s chest–listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke once more, “He’s right honey, everything is gonna be okay..I’d explain more but you look sleepy, you wanna sleep with daddy tonight? I give great bedtime cuddles.”

You yawned tiredly before snuggling into his chest more and closing your eyes, letting sleep take you over. Andy chuckled before peppering a bunch of kisses on your face, “Alright cutie, let’s get you to bed. Goodnight Colin don’t say anymore shit like that again.” he said while giving a glare to Colin.

“Night’ Mr. B, tell my baby I said goodnight.” Colin responded with a smug grin.

Andy gave him a groan and carried you bridal style to his bedroom–setting your sleeping figure under the duvet. He walked over to his side of the bed, sliding his shirt off while watching your sleepy figure. Andy slid under the blanket beside you and reached over your head to turn the lap off. He pulled you closer to his chest and kissed the crown of your head.

Andy yawned quietly, “goodnight honey, I love you.”

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A/n: its currently 12am, sorry I took such a long time for part 3, enjoy! (let me know if you would like to be tagged.)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 17

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: I just get this urge!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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The best night of your life passes in a haze of vibrant afterglow, intermingled with spurts of fiery passion. For as much as you can’t get enough of Jonathan, he can’t get enough of you. You forget about the world; about fatigue and responsibilities. There is only each other, only that desperate need to touch, kiss, and moan.

When at last you surrender to exhaustion, your dreams are tinged with visions of reality. Hard muscle, soft lips, and tender whispers. You sway on a tide of pleasured delirium until finally, the wave crests. You sink back down the waking world, your eyes fluttering as morning light stains the wall yellow.

You could swoon. You can’t believe it’s real. After the weeks of tension, fear, and stress, last night feels like no less than a fantasy. You slowly roll onto your back and reach blindly, daintily touching the figure beside you. Nope, he’s very real.

You look at Jonathan, his tall finger stretched across the mattress. One leg bent, one arm tucked under the pillow. His chest rises and follows in a rhythmic breath. His bare chest. The chest you just couldn’t stop grabbing and clawing as he… did wonderful things.

His cheek dimples as he smirks without opening his eyes, “do I have bedhead?”

“What?” You squeak, caught in your admiration. “Uh, no.”

He gives a rocky chuckle and turns onto his side. He hooks his arm around you and wiggles closer before you can fall onto your back. You gasp and brace his arm, letting your thumb rub the bulging muscles of his bicep.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“N-nothing,” you sputter.

He searches you with his blue-green eyes and a furrow pinches between his brows, “are you certain?” His blond lashes flick, “you don’t regret… last night?”

“No, no! Never,” you plead with him, letting your hand trail up to your shoulder, cheeks blooming with heat as you swallow a giddy squeal, “promise, I don’t. I couldn’t.”

He grins even bigger, “oh, I know, I just wanted to hear you say it,” he leans in and nuzzles his nose against yours.

“You… know? How?” You murmur, suffocated by his proximity.

“The noise you made, darling,” he growls and tilts his head to kiss you, long and hungry, pulling away with a nibble of your lower lip, “like a symphony.”

“Oh,” you utter bashfully.

“Might I hear them again?” He brushes his fingers down your side.

“I…”

“You won’t have to do a thing, darling,” he eases you onto your back as he kisses your lips again. 

He makes a path along your cheek and jaw, down to your throat as you gasp again. You clutch the loose bedsheet as your spine arches. His doting progress traces along your chest and stomach as he gently parts your legs. He kneels between them, lifting his head to look at you as he kisses the inside of your thigh, inspiring a quiver.

“You only have to sing for me, fawn,” he breathes as he edges closer to your vee, “mmm, darling…”

His nuzzles your cunt and his tongue glides between your folds. You moan and dig your nails into the mattress. Your toes curl and your muscles coil. The knot of pleasure begins to tangle again, longing for him to untie it. You close your eyes and let your head loll, succumbing to his diligent tending.

🌼

After another romp, or several, you give in to the day and beg Jonathan to let you out of bed. He does, reluctantly, as the same reticence slows your steps. You rinse off in the bathroom, surpassing a shower for the time in favour of coffee. He whisks past you as you emerge, a lingering touching on your hips as he does.

You go to the kitchen and rinse out the carafe to start a pot. You pause as you place it on the burner. Would he rather tea? You should’ve asked.

He surprises you as he appears, dressed, his hair slightly damp as he combs his fingers through it. His shirt is slightly wrinkled and there’s an ugly crease in his slacks. He’s unbothered by his uncharacteristic disarray.

“Ah, you just relax,” he comes to you and takes the empty carafe, setting it in the machine. “I will go down to the cafe and fetch us breakfast,” he kisses your head before he pulls away, checking his watch, “they’ve a lavender latte I’ve heard rave reviews about. Would you like to try it?”

“Oh, you don’t need to do all that. I have eggs in the fridge–”

“Ah ah,” he waves his hand, “I won’t hear of it.”

“Really, I–”

“Darling, I must warn you, I don’t think you quite know what you’ve signed up for,” he winks, “I won’t let you trouble over me. I’m not that type. Let me take care of you. You deserve that after all that’s transpired.”

“Jonathan,” you say.

“Mmm, say it again,” he drawls as he cups your chin.

“Jonathan,” you repeat more firmly. “That cafe is expensive–”

“Don’t worry for it,” he shakes his head and lays another kiss on your head, “stay and relax. You had a long night.”

Your brows pop up at his insinuation. For someone who always came across so proper, he can be coy. You shrug and relent.

“Fine,” you agree, “thanks, and er, yeah, I suppose I could try the lavender.”

“Wonderful,” he grins before his demeanour greys and he brings a long finger up, “lock the door.”

“I will,” you avow, the stone plummeting back into the depths of your heart. Oh yeah.

“And call me should you need me,” he demands. You nod as you chew your lip.

You follow him to the door, in only a long tee with Tigger on the front, and find your keys. You hand them over and he steals another kiss before he goes. You are quick to turn the latch, watching through the peephole as he lingers for a moment, eyeing the door with distaste.

He leaves at last and you back away. Somehow you forgot about it all. The carving on your door, your suspension, and lunch with your mother. The afterglow evaporates entirely as you come back down to earth.

You grab your phone and check your notifications. There’s a missed call from your mother and another from your sister. You pace around the front room as you ponder what to do. You return to the bedroom and look at the twisted sheets and the blanket hanging half off the side.

You put your phone down and tidy up the bed. You pull the mattress sheet taut and shake out the pillows. You spread the top sheet and replace the duvet on top. You twiddle your fingers restless and spin to sit on the edge. Your phone lights up suddenly, buzzing on the night table.

You swipe it up and answer, your sister’s name glancing across the screen before you bring it to your ear.

“Hey,” you eke out.

“So,” Geri begins in her way, “I guess that means you want a plus one.”

“What?” You sputter.

“I figured you’d be coming alone so I didn’t factor in the extra plate. So, plus one?” She continues as if you hadn’t said a word.

“What do you–”

“Mom told me about your boyfriend,” she nearly scoffs, “she said he’s charming. Of all things. Just make sure he wears a tie, okay?”

“Ger, I– if it’s a big deal–”

“No, it’s not,” she dismisses, “besides, I don’t need you moping on my special day, the way you do. It’s about time you found someone.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“And your bridesmaid’s dress. Champagne is the colour scheme. Satin preferably. I’ll send a pic of what the other girls got,” she bowls you over again. She is, of your sisters, the most like your mother. “No flats, okay? This isn’t a ballet.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t do that,” she sneers, “and you’ll be at the rehearsal dinner. You’ll need a dress for that too…”

She begins to rant. As you try to keep up, you frown. You hope you’re never a bride, it seems like a lot of work. If you did get married, you’d be just fine signing the paper at the courthouse. You chew your thumb and nod dumbly along.

“Are you listening?” She snaps curtly.

“Yeah, just making notes,” you lie.

“Mom was saying she never hears from you. None of us do…”

Again you drift away. Like the lunch with your mother, you’re just a punching bag for all their gripes. Somehow, even your younger sisters make their problems yours. You pick at the hem of your shirt and muddle through the shopping list of Geri’s complaints.

A thump makes you flinch. You can’t help but squeak as you glance over at the wall. You squint. What was that? It comes again. Your focus completely cracks.

“Geri,” you interrupt, “I’ll have to call you back.”

“What? I’ll be at work.”

“Then call me when you’re not. I gotta go.”

You hang up as the thumping continues. The tempo slowly builds and there’s a creaking interwoven with the heavy bumps. Then voices come, permeating the adjoined wall. The very one you share with Ally. You cover your mouth in shock.

Her shrill cries intermix with the banging, what you can only assume is the bed frame. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before but much more intense. It’s usually subtle enough to drown out. And another voice, deeper. Both so loud it can only be deliberate.

You grip your phone tight and stumble out of the room. You shut the door, blocking out the cacophony. It can’t be an accident. You know that much.

You go back to the living room and tuck yourself into the corner of the couch. You stare at your phone but do nothing. You’re too shaken to even scroll through Insta.

You shouldn’t feel this way. Your chest shouldn’t hurt. Not because of him. You have Jonathan now so why does the idea of Colin being with her still feel so bad? You’re horrible.

You drop your phone on the cushion and turn your face down, hiding in your hands as you sniffle. Jonathan’s gone to get you breakfast and you’re here about to cry over another man. You are rotten and stupid and weak.

The lock grinds loudly and the door opens. You snap your head up and listen as Jonathan enters. The door closes and you hear him shuffling before he appears. You try to smile but your cheeks only twitch. You get up to take the tray of drinks from him.

“Here, let me help,” you say sheepishly.

You turn and set down the cardboard tray, the aroma of lavender wafting up to tickle your nose. You’re shaking. Jonathan comes up behind you and places the paper bag next to the cups, pressing himself to your back. He kisses your crown as he hugs.

“Darling, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you croak.

“You’re a very poor liar,” he girds, “and I’m not fond of dishonesty.”

“Sorry, I… my sister called,” you sniff, not quite a lie, “she wants me to get a dress. Two, actually, and…” You carefully detach from him and cross your arms, striding across the living room, “and there’s an engagement party and my mother told her about you–”

“Is that a bad thing?” He wonders as he opens the paper bag.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” you insist, “it’s only… a lot.”

“Surely, you planned on attending your sister’s wedding,” he intones, “and now you won’t have to do so alone. Are you not happy?”

“Of course, I guess… I’m nervous,” you try to shake off the grayness. You near him again as he holds out a cardboard container.

“It’s what they call a breakfast bowl. I wasn’t sure if you liked avocado so I had them put it on the side.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very… thoughtful,” you make yourself smile, even though it hurts.

You go to the small table set against the wall between two chairs and place your breakfast there. You sit as he follows, setting down a tall cup beside the container. You thank him again. You peel off the lid and look at the foam, the pattern in it not the typical brown but a shade of lilac.

“Looks so good,” you murmur.

“It does,” he puts his own food on the other end of the table but doesn’t sit. “Eat, eat.” He commands with a flick of his fingers.

“Uh, okay, aren’t you gonna–”

“In a moment,” he steps past you, his eyes set on the living room. 

You tense as you hear buzzing but you don’t dare turn back. He strides away as you peer down at the latte. He returns and sits across from you with your phone. He narrows his eyes at the screen as he reads the last notification as it vibes.

“What are you doing?” You reach for your phone but he keeps it out of your grasp.

“‘Hope you enjoyed the show’,” he reads out. “What show is this?”

“I don’t– who–”

“Ally, so the message says, but I do wonder if it truly is her,” his eyes meet yours sharply. “What does she mean?”

You drop your chin and take a breath. You slump down and talk to the table, “they were… being loud. When you were gone.”

“Ah,” he accepts, “and you listened?”

“N-no, I heard but I came out here so I couldn’t.”

He taps his thumb on the screen as he looks at it again. He huffs and turns it towards you but keeps a tight grip, “unlock it.”

“Huh?” You bat your lashes.

“Unlock the phone.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making certain you are safe, as I have done,” his tone turns rigid, “haven’t I?”

“Yes, but–”

“And you trust me, yes?”

“I do, but Jonathan–”

“Unlock it, now.”

You struck by the edge in his voice. You’ve only ever heard that when he had Colin by the scruff. Never towards you. Your lip trembles as you have no argument. He’s been so kind; he brought you breakfast and he said such sweet things and what he did…

“Sorry,” you reach across and press your fingertip to the censor to unlock it, “there.”

“Thanks,” he says tritely as he flips the phone back to face him.

You’re quiet as you focus on the container, carefully popping open the lid. The egg, avocado, an array of colourful veggies tease your hunger. It’s only then that your stomach clenches in desperation. You unwrap the bamboo fork and twirl it nervously as you peek up at Jonathan. He glares at your phone.

“Why didn’t you show me all this?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“These vile messages from that man?”

“I… I told you he was—”

“You didn’t tell me everything. Fawn, how can I protect you when I don’t know?” His harsh gaze makes you wince.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“We both know that man is deranged. I am only trying to help. And the thought of him ever laying a finger on you,” he stops and shudders, “we’ve committed to each other, yes? So we must start from honesty.”

You gulp and nod, “you’re right. I’m sorry, but that was before and I didn’t know how to tell you…”

“Now you know.” He lays your phone down beside your cup, “that you can and should tell me everything.”

[gremlin-girly]

I love your blog! Can I get your rank of the CE!Babes?

Oh nonnie 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you so much - that means the world 💞💞💞 This really bungled my brain when I read this bc I've never put so much thought into it 💀 It was on my mind for like an hour before bed so it's ridiculously in depth for a rating 💀😭

This is long - it took me longer to rank them than I care to admit because I added reasons why 💀. Colin Shea, Mr Freezy, Mike Weiss and a few others aren't in the ranking because I haven't seen the movies yet x

Some of the answers may shock you

And so, we begin! Going from worst to best.

14. Pete Brenner

Smarm and sleaze. Greasy little man. Good for a ONS but ya best believe it would be the WORST ONS for you. Last place.

13. Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Maybe I've read too many of @stargazingfangirl18 's fics but I just not his fan. 🤣 Although - the SUIT? 👀 he gives depressed divorced dad vibes but not in a super sexy way - if that makes sense.

12. Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four 2004)

I do like a guy with charm (as we will see further up the list - it's pretty much charming, asshole, or broody characters lmao) but I always seem to just....forget about him 💀 I think it's partly due to the fact that in the comics he's known to be a cheat and that puts me right off. His jokes and flirting win me over and I do appreciate his goofy/playful side but unfortunately, he's staying put 🥲 it also may be because also I like slightly older guys and he would be around my age

9. Jack O'Malley (Red One)

Sexy divorced dad 😌 A bit of a sleaze like Pete HOWEVER he is goofy enough that I could let it slide. He gets put higher because he learns to be a better person - he has that I could fix him vibe. And by fix I mean less gambling and a shower.

However, if we're talking beginning of the movie, he'd 2000% take advantage of your kindness. You wanna do acts of service? By all means. Expect nothing in return though. (Hence his ranking)

8. James Mace (Sunshine)

Surprisingly low for me! I do love a broody, moody side character HOWEVER I'm terrible at confrontation and yelling (two of Mace's fave things lmao) so he's earned his place here. After yelling at you for something he'd either be a sweetheart realising after you were upset or double down. But you wouldn't exactly want to be subject to it more than once in a blue moon, ygm?

7. Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

I am sorry Sweater Daddy but you're best placed here 😔. Three words: Spoiled. Rich. Kid. Which some of the others do fall into BUT Ransom in particular would be a terror, I believe. Partly due to his upbringing but my patientce would TESTED.

If you were nice to Ransom he'd take advantage but potentially feel bad about it.... much, much later. Or, you know, realise that you're soft for him and have no ulterior motives and he will just melt into goo. He's not used to having people be nice without strings 🥺

6. Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)

It's the beard. It has to be. Cheeky smile and a wink I'd just melt. That's it. No more to add xoxoxo

The blue shirt though 😫

5. Steve Rogers (MCU)

I THOUGHT SKINNY STEVE WAS HOT TOO 😤 (forever mad at the peanut scene in TFA 😤)

Every Steve is a good Steve imo - one of the first CEvans crushes I ever did have 😚 probably because of the movies there's a lot of interesting aspects to his character (but we will be ignoring the Endgame ending 👀). Honourable, loyal, kind... you know this man is a romantic at heart (but I still eat up dark!Steve fics too). You just know he'd treat you RIGHT 😍

4. Frank Adler (Gifted)

A new addition! I watched Gifted a few weeks ago and I'm??? So soft??? He's a bit of a double threat, grumpy but also charming. And like with my top two I am SOFT for a guy who's good with kids (which is why Andy and Jack don't rank higher 💀). I'm hoping to finish the fic I have for him ASAP.

3. Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

This is a very big HEAR ME OUT 💀

I love love love campy villains who are still able to be terrifying. I was unsure about the 'tache at first and thought it would be a completely serious role and was PLEASANTLY surprised that he was just as dramatic, sassy asshole.

So, naturally, I love him.

Also, really well dressed. Apart from the loafers which make me cackle - tights shirt and pants??? Um, yes please? Don't even get me started on the ring.

2. Curtis Everett (Snow Piercer)

Brutish. Giving Stray dog vibes. In desperate need of a cuddle (and shower and hot food). Also one that surprised me, actually. I'd read fics, seen clips but then I watched snowpiercer... and yeah, like Frank I was down bad. Despite writing him with the emotional capacity of a brick, I like to think that he's soft after warming up to you.

Not one for grand gestures but the little things to make you smile or make your day easier.

Oh and also scary dog privilege whenever you go out together 🫶

1. Jake Jensen (The Losers)

I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

Absolutely feral for this man.

Although, I'd probably have to fight @bigtreefest for him

He's nerdy, dorky and although isn't your average charmer, he still manages it. Not to mention funny. 😫🤭 You just KNOW he'd be so focused on YOU and head over heels SMITTEN. Oh and being an involved uncle?? Being invested in his niece/family is just entirely wholesome. (How could you not fall for him?? I mean???)

I'm a big romantic and just it's a wistful sigh and a longing stare when it comes to JJ 😍❤️ I do have a long fic in the works for him and I think rn his collection (besides Steve) is the longest.

I think he's pretty slept on but that's bc I'm down bad 😭💞

Thanks for asking!

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𖤐The Witch Next Door𖤐

Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warning: Piv. Unprotected sex. Masturbation. Language. Body Fluids. Blowjob. Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex. Friends with Benefits. Friends to Lovers. After Care. Fluff. Angst. (Tell if I miss something)

Date: Thursday, May 22, 2025

Author's Note: Comment, anything, this really helps the writers and hope you guys are liking it and sorry if this chapter is smaller.

Chapter Five: Pads and One Very Confident Man.

𖤐Chapter Six𖤐

Colin had a plan. Okay—not a plan. More of a thought. A vibe. He’d been thinking about you all day, the curve of your smirk, the wild laugh you'd let out when you was genuinely amused, the way you'd always managed to make sex feel like a punchline and a religious experience in one. So yeah, maybe he wore his cologne. Maybe he was mentally prepared for round… what? Twenty? God bless your stamina. He knocked once and opened her door, already halfway through a cocky, “Hey, you up for—” but then he stopped. You stood in the middle of your living room, looking like a hurricane survivor. Your long hair was tied in a messy bun that had clearly surrendered hours ago. Dark circles hugged under your iced blue eyes like they’d moved in permanently. You were wearing sweatpants. Actual, 'honest-to-God, full-length', 'probably-stolen-from-an-ex sweatpants'. And a tank top that was wrinkled, slightly damp from what he hoped was a heat pad, and hanging just off one shoulder. You looked up slowly, face blank and eyes dull.

"...You’re not here for sex, right..?"

His planned smooth opening completely fell apart. Instead of his usual charming lines, he just blinked, taking you in with genuine surprise and... something softer. "Fuck, no. I mean... shit, not anymore. You look like actual death warmed over right now.” He paused dramatically.” Do I need gloves or something?"

You just groaned and dramatically flopped onto your couch, one hand covering your face while he closed your door, stepping in. "I swear to all Brazilian gods, I’ve bled through three pants today. I’m like a horror movie in slow motion. My uterus hates me..!"

Colin burst out laughing, shaking his head as he walked over to you, kicking off his shoes to get comfortable. "Jesus Christ, woman. You’re dramatic as hell when Aunt Flo comes to visit." He sat down next to you on the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. "Do you want me to go or..?" he asked and you peeked at him from under my arm.

"Depends.. Do you want to see blood, chocolate wrappers, and me having a moral crisis because I screamed at my cat for walking too loud..?"

"Let me rephrase," He chuckled softly, "Do I want to watch you suffer through cramps, eat your body weight in chocolate, snap at innocent creatures, and potentially see blood?" He grinned mischievously. He knew women. He knew period week. He wasn't scared. With a groan, maybe too dramatically, you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, sighing before rolling onto your side, cradling a hot water bottle like it was a newborn.

"This is not the sexy version of me you’re used to. This version cries at commercials and almost punched the delivery guy because he forgot extra sauce.."

He smirked down at your dramatic pose, reaching to ruffle your messy hair. "For the ten thousandth time, woman - shut up. I fucking adore all versions of you. Including this sad, bloated, period-raged monster." His voice got softer, more genuine. “Do you want food? Clean sheets? A war crime-worthy massage?”

You looked up at him, vulnerable and still visibly annoyed at the world and your angry uterus. "I just want someone to tell me I’m not gross.." and his expression turned serious, almost tender. He gently framed your face with his hands. "You are literally the furthest thing from gross right now, okay? You're just... you. Hormonal, cranky, beautiful you. AND stil stupid hot." He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as you snorted.

"'Stupid hot'? Even now?"

He nodded, pulling back to look down at you. "Yeah, even now. You're wearing a stained hoodie, your hair is a mess, you've got a heating pad attached to your stomach, and you look like you might murder someone if they look at you wrong. And you’re still gorgeous. Even with murder in your eyes and.. murder in your pants." And this was it, you broke into a laugh that made you wince from a cramp.

"God, alright alright.. Don’t make me laugh, my uterus is shaking.."

Colin grinned mischievously, careful not to make you laugh again. He knew periods. He knew laughing hurt like hell. He watched you wince, your face pale. He also knew that women got snap-y during periods. He tread carefully, like he would around a angry anaconda. You left your head drop against the couch cushion with a sigh, softly placing your hand on his thigh.

“You know? I'm pretty sure you’re gonna regret this when I bleed on you, honey"

He laughed softly, covering your hand with his. He knew women were honest to God snipers with their periods. One wrong move and BAM - tampon to the eye. He was careful. He also knew they were mood swings on steroids. He was treading carefully.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

I had officially given up. The pain meds weren’t kicking in, my heating pad had betrayed me and gone cold, and now, now—after getting up for what should’ve been an innocent trip to the kitchen— and I looked down to see another blood stain on my sweatpants.

"I'm gonna fucking scream.."

I muttered, standing frozen while Colin, who had been quietly folding my laundry like some domesticated god, peeked over. His eyes flicked down to the blood stain on my sweatpants. He froze, laundry forgotten. He knew that tone. That 'stand-still-freeze-before-you-lose-it' tone. He saw red staining grey sweatpants again and braced himself internally for snap mode period woman.

"Don’t come near me. I’m, I don't know, a hazard zone.."

He put his hands up in a placating gesture, moving slowly. Like he was approaching a wild animal. He knew that look. That “one wrong move and I will end you” look. He spoke softly, calmly. Like I was a bomb about to go off. He walked right up anyway, inspecting the faint red blotch on the back of my pants. “Okay. That’s not even bad. That’s, like… PG-13. We’re not even into horror yet.” and I turned slowly, tilting my head and narrowing my eyes.

"You know, for a guy who came here hoping to get laid, you’re handling this pretty well.."

Colin actually chuckled, still keeping his hands up in surrender. "Well. Isn't it funny how my dick just... disappeared when that demon uterus reared its ugly head?" He said it with a teasing smirk, but his tone was warm, genuinely trying to lighten the mood and I just huffed, swaying a little from a cramp and his arms immediately wrapped around my waist, steadying me gently. He hummed back, careful not to make me laugh again. He knew periods. He knew that one wrong joke could make me snap, or laugh so hard I could cry. He also knew that my body was a walking war zone right now. Cramps, headaches, backaches, mood swings, hormones going crazy... "Let me help.."

"No.. I can handle it.."

His arms tightened slightly, his voice firm but gentle. "Let me fucking help you, your stubborn gorgeous ass.. I'm not asking." He said it with a soft smile, his eyes warm and sincere. He was done arguing with me. He was gonna help, whether I liked it or not. You huffed and he rolled his eyes while guided you toward the bathroom. “Come on. You need a bath, a fresh set of clothes, and probably someone to check you for internal bleeding.”

"'Internal bleeding'..?" I chuckled. "You aren't my doctor, Colin."

He smirked, helping you sit down on the edge of the bathtub. "No, but I'm pretty sure if you were bleeding internally, you'd be screaming louder than a banshee and passing out." He turned on the water, testing the temperature before letting it run into the tub. "And if you want to know, I watched a lot of Grey’s Anatomy. I’m basically licensed"

After checking the temperature, I left him help me strip off the stained sweatpants and tank top, too tired to care. I stayed gentle, never once making it weird��just steady hands and warm eyes. When I finally sat in the tub, sighing as the hot water kissed my sore muscles, I tilted my head to him.

"You're seriously not grossed out?"

He smirked before crouching down by your side, crossing his arms as he watched you soak. "Grossed out? Nah. I mean, periods are literally just nature’s way of reminding us that women are fucking magical creatures capable of growing entire humans inside them for nine months straight without exploding and man do a lot of gross stuff, you're just.. leaking."

"'Leaking.." You chuckled weakly while he dipped the soft sponge into the water, then gently rubbed your back. He watched you laugh softly, the tension in your shoulders easing. He knew periods were no joke. Headaches, backaches, cramps so bad you wanted to saw off your own leg, mood swings that made men question their existence. He continued washing your back carefully, like you were made of glass. He paused, hand hovering near your thighs.

“Okay, permission to… y’know… help clean the 'murder scene'?”

You eyed him playfully, but genuinely. "This going to be your first time touching my pussy without being horny..?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah. God, this is so unsexy. 'Let me wipe blood off your vagina' isn't exactly a romantic line." He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it under the water. He spread your thighs slightly, trying to keep it innocent. You giggled along with him, resting your head on the edge of the tub as he stated cleaning gently, through your folds, your sensitive lips, through your entrance and all the way, carefully, like you were something precious. No heat. No agenda. Just pure, unfiltered affection. He hummed softly, washing carefully. He spread your legs wider slightly to clean your inner thighs. No erection. No sudden hard-on. No dirty thoughts. Just... taking care of you. He saw blood on the washcloth and realized how much women went through every month without complaint.

"What's wrong..?" you asked, wondering if, somehow, he were disgusted of you this time but he smiled softly, continuing his gentle cleaning. He saw the way your pussy lips were slightly swollen and red, the way blood mixed with your natural wetness. He felt an unexpected wave of tenderness and awe instead of arousal. “No wonder y’all get so moody and sensitive.”

"Oh..!" You said surprised with his statement, he just was impressed. "Yeah.. it's a whole thunderstorm inside the body."

He nodded, running the cloth over your pubic area once more before gently washing your lower stomach. “I mean, I’d be a literal monster too if every month my insides were getting shredded and my body was basically trying to push a tiny alien out through my cervix.” You scrunched your nose, making you two giggled together.

Setting the washcloth aside, Colin helped you sit up to wrap a towel around your damp hair. "What? Too real? I'm just saying, periods are fucking brutal. You're all tiny warriors every month." He dried your body gently, being extra careful around your lady parts. You groaned as you stood, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he gently patted you dry. Colin didn’t flinch at the water dripping from your thighs—or the faint streaks of blood still trailing from you. He were focused. Calm. Almost annoyingly competent.

"You’re being dangerously sweet right now," you mumbled as he wrapped the towel around you. "Like.. it’s making me want to marry you and stab you at the same time.."

He laughed heartily, his hands lingering on your hips as he helped you wrap the towel securely. His eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. “Well, that’s a hell of a compliment. Wanting to both marry me and kill me in the same breath? I’ll take it.." He scanned my bathroom with his eyes before asking. "So where are your toiletries?" And you pointed toward the cabinet, he opened the drawer. It was full of pads. Tampons. Wipes. Heating patches. Womanhood in one plastic bin. He stared at the contents of the drawer for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he began to pull out various products, examining them with curious fascination. "Fucking hell... This is like a tiny apocalypse kit for your monthly disaster." He picked up a pad in one hand, a tampon in the other, looking between them like a game show host. “So… what’s the weapon of choice, General?”

"Huh.. pads." You muttered with a small smile. "Tampons are for braver versions of me.."

He chuckled, setting the pad aside and putting the tampons back in the drawer. "Noted. Bravery level: Pad." He grabbed a heating patch next. Then—with the focus of a man on a mission-he pulled a fresh pair of underwear from your drawer. The black cotton ones, because even him knew lace was for another day. Unwrapped the pad, and skillfully stuck it down like he had done this before in a past life while you could just blink.

"Wait. Wait, wait. That was… impressive..!"

He smirked, tossing the empty pad wrapper into the trash with a satisfied nod. "Well, I've had young cousins, know? I've seen enough period dramas in real life to know how this works." He turned back to you with a soft smile. “Besides, it’s not rocket science.”

"Oh well, alright." You took the underwear, genuinely touched.

"Huh.. This is the most romantic thing a man has ever done for me..!" You said and he threw his head back, laughing. "Seriously? Putting a pad on a woman's underwear to hold her blood leaking vagina makes me romantic?". He grinned, watching you pull up the underwear. "You know what's sad? Most men wouldn't do this. They'd be grossed out or something."

"I guess.." with a shrug as you slipped into the underwear, you muttered, "God.. If my uterus didn’t feel like it was trying to claw its way out, I’d jump you right now.." He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment. And for the record, I'm more than willing to wait until your uterus calms the fuck down.” He leaned in slightly, his voice softening. “You know what’s sexy?"

"'Sexy'? There's anything sexy about my bloody mess situation?" You arched a eyebrow. "The fact that you're not acting like a delicate princess right now. You're just dealing with it, no drama. And the fact that you'd still want to jump me even though you feel like hell. That’s fucking hot." He ran a hand through his hair, grinning.

Colin helped you into a clean tank top and handed you the heating pad. You leaned into him, warm and tired and kind of stupidly emotional. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, laughing softly. "You're hormonal. Don't confess your love when you're on your period." He nuzzled your hair, his voice softer. "God, do you get mood swings?"

"Kinda.." you answered, before placing a quick peck on his chest. He grinned, rubbing circles on your back. "Fucking hell. No wonder men avoid women at this time of the month. I'm going to need hazard pay for this." But his tone held affection, not complaint. "Seriously though... do you want chocolate or something?"

"No.. huh.. just you.." you answered, softly, looking up at him. His expression softened. "Damn right answer." He kissed your forehead. "Do you get snap happy? Like one minute you're happy, next you're trying to kill someone?" He asked carefully. He'd heard horror stories from his cousins about mood swings.

"I won't kill you, just kisses.. promise!"

You laid curled up on the couch, wrapped in your fluffiest blanket, legs over his lap, Nyxen curled on the arm of the couch, a heating pad sandwiched between your belly and the world. On the TV, "American Horror Story" played its opening credits—the familiar creepy notes of the theme song somehow comforting. Colin reached into the bag of cheese puffs and offered you one like it was communion. “You sure this show doesn’t make your cramps worse?” he asked genuinely, voice low, eyes fixed on the bloody opening scene.

"Honey.. This show heals me," you mumbled around a mouthful. "It’s art. It’s home. It’s my church." He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he watched you devour the cheese puffs. "Alright, alright. If American Horror Story is your church, then I'm your fucking priest.. but you're a little dramatic." He settled back into the couch, pulling your legs a bit higher onto his lap for better comfort.

"Said the man watching murder scenes and stroking my ankle like he’s comforting a Victorian widow.."

He threw his head back and laughed. "You know what's funny? I'm watching this crazy shit - people getting hacked up, possessed, raped - and all I'm doing is rubbing your ankle like you're an invalid." He grinned, watching you laugh softly. Then, with the kind of confidence only you could muster, you reached for the brush I've left on the table and started carefully brushing my long, damp hair and I turned my head slightly.

"What are you doing?"

He lifted one shoulder nonchalantly. "Brush your hair. It's wet. It'll get tangly." He carefully detangled your hair, watching you closely, simply brushing your hair with surprisingly gentle hands and you blinked, stunned. "Wait wait.. You know how to braid?" and with your answer, he paused in his brushing to shoot you a dry look. "Are you kidding? I have three cousins. I've seen them braid each other's hair a million times. Again, It's not rocket science, baby." He began to slowly and carefully braid your hair, pulling the strands gently. You chuckled, wincing a little as another cramp hit. "Why do you keep your hair this long, anyway?” he asked, separating strands expertly. “Not that I’m complaining. Just… genuinely curious.” and you shrugged, chewing thoughtfully.

"Well, mt mom always said a woman’s hair holds her magic. Plus, it makes me feel like a witch when it flows behind me in the wind. Also.. less poetic.. guys like pulling it!"

You smirked at last part and he snorted softly, focusing on the braid. "Well, that's a fucking good reason." He paused, his fingers working deftly through your hair. "And yeah, guys do like pulling it. But I gotta say, it’s sexy as hell when it flows behind you." You looked at him by your shoulder with a smirk, before looking back at the tv. Then, with a wicked grin, he said “Nice for whenever you decide to honor me with the bend-over position. Gives me leverage.” and you snorted playfully, so hard you almost choked on a cheese puff.

"You’re disgusting, Colin Shea."

He laughed, adding another section of hair to your braid. "At least I'm honest. God knows most guys would say some poetic shit like 'It's like silk' instead of 'Perfect for pulling while I'm pounding you from behind.'"

"I know, it's the pure truth anyway, can't say I don't like it..!"

He finished the braid with a loose twist and tied it with one of your black satin scrunchies. Then leaned down and kissed your temple, all smug and satisfied while you rested your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling the heating pad tighter against your belly. "You know, you're a fucking weirdo," he muttered affectionately. "Most girls would be bitching about cramps this bad. You're just over here bragging about your hair being good for fucking."

Your chuckle out loud, caressing his hand as it presses against the heating pad against your lower belly. "Thought we both agreed it's really useful for 'back-fuck'.."

He threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Goddamn right it is." He unconsciously tightened his arms around you possessively. "You realize most girls would slap me for talking dirty while they're on their period, right?" He nuzzled the top of your braid.

"I'm not most of the girls, you know it.."

He smiled against your hair. "Yeah, I fucking know it. You're the only girl who can handle my smart mouth and actually appreciate it." He tightened his arms around you possessively.

"Kiss me..!?"

You asked, out of nowhere, and without hesitation, he turned your head with a gentle hand on your chin and captured your lips in a soft, warm kiss. His other hand pressed the heating pad firmer against your cramping stomach. He pulled back slowly, nuzzling your nose. "Feel better?" He murmured against your lips. You smiled back, against his lips, placing a gentle peck on his lips before turning to face the TV again. He adjusted the heating pad again, making sure it was perfectly placed. "You want more of those cheese puffs or are you trying to actually eat healthy tonight?" He asked with a playful tone, stealing a handful of cheese puffs for himself. His hand stayed firmly against your stomach.

The episode had long ended, the screen dimmed into Netflix’s judgmental “Are you still watching?” glare, but he didn’t move. You were curled against his chest, head tucked under his chin, your breath slow and warm against his collarbone. Your legs were still across his lap, the heating pad abandoned somewhere between the cushions, and the now-empty snack bag lay like post-battle debris on the coffee table. You had fallen asleep somewhere between a jump scare and a snort-laugh, and he been too damn soft to wake you up. Gently, he slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you as carefully as if you were made of porcelain.

You stirred but didn’t wake, face burrowing into his shirt as he carried you to your bed. Once the blanket was over you and you were tucked in, he stood beside the bed, rubbing the back of his neck neck, unsure, thinking if he should go. Then my hand reached out, still half-asleep, catching his wrist.

"Don't.." you mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep. "Stay!"

His heart skipped a beat at your sleepy command. He sat down on the edge of your bed softly, pulling your hand into his. "Baby..." He whispered quietly, wanting to argue that he should go home. "It's late..."

"Please, stay with me" your voice were rough from sleepy but still soft and needy.

His jaw unclenched. "Jesus," He muttered softly, lifting the blanket to slide beneath it. He pulled you close without thinking, throwing his arm over your stomach possessively. Nyx, who had been watching judgmentally from the doorway like a tiny goth gargoyle, casually hopped up onto the bed. She made a perfect little circle on Colin's lap, like she had invited him there. You, still barely awake, curled into his side and looped one arm lazily around his neck, your fingers settling into his hair like they’d been there a thousand times before. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe for a second. Then he exhaled, eyes fluttering shut. Sleeping peacefully.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Long shot but can I get a Soft!Dark Collin type of Mob boss with a Plus-size!Queen?

I’ll take a Drabble or just thoughts on it but I’m kinda hungry for it.

Hope you had an amazing weekend.

Oh OH do I have an idea!

Colin basked in the glow of your dewy skin in the morning light, the long night of you trapped beneath him, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt as he fucked into you. The dulcet sounds of your whines and whimpers as you took him, as you let him mark your flesh with his tongue and his hot seed was heaven.

And now, he was looking at the aftermath of the two of you fucking and the impressive and costly ring on your finger. You were so high on his cock, so drunk and spent while he fucked you dumb. You had signed a simple contract and allowed Colin to take you to dinner, never expecting that he would hide some details in the small print.

“Always get a lawyer to check a contract before you sign,” Colin grasped a bottle of champagne and raised it to his lips, smirking at his new wife as you lay in the afterglow, his cum still dripping from your puffy pussy lips, “but congratulations to me.”

[navybrat817]

This will probably be written 5 years from now, but I'm excited for this soft!dark trio. Our "poor" reader. 😉😏🔥

Nice Guys Finish Last

@stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @lookiamtrying

[onsunnyside]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒇𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

week 1 - day 3 - kinktober - voyeurism - roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

warning - voyeurism.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“Bambi!” Colin calls as he flips through movies before settling on a sexual one. Smirking to himself, he hears the patter of feet running towards him. He turns his head and watches his tiny roommate run into the room, a giant smile on her face as her arms are full of snacks. Dropping everything down onto the small coffee table before planting herself next to Colin.

Her doe-like eyes stare at the tv screen before darting to Colin. “What are we watching?” Colin holds back the smirk that threatens to come out and moves his arm behind Y/n’s head. “Just a new one, Bambi. You trust me, right?” Her eyes widen even more. Launching herself towards him, hands latched onto his topless form. “I do! I do! I trust you so much!” Tears brim at her waterline. 

Colin strokes her cheek, “hey, it’s okay, Bambi. Now, are you comfy? Do you need to change before we start?” His eyes check out how cute she looks in his ‘lick me’ shirt and how well her ass looks in those plain white cotton knickers with the little pink bow on the front. His cock twitches as he can see the outline of Y/n’s cute little pussy. Y/n curls her legs up, pulling the blanket Colin brought in against her, making sure to place some on him so he doesn’t get cold.

“I’m comfy. Watch movie now?” Your doe eyes cause his cock to harden in his grey trackies. He nods, bringing you closer, and having you snuggle into his side. He grabs the remote, presses play, and the movie starts. During the film, they whisper, eat snacks and cuddle. Colin takes a sharp breath as her hand grazes his cock. Y/n looks up. “Are you okay?” Colin quickly nods.

As you both focus on the movie again, an incredibly steamy sex scene emerges. Colin feels the couch move slightly before noticing that you are squirming. Your bottom lip is between your teeth as your eyes are glued to the tv, Colin’s face is facing the screen, but his eyes keep flickering between you and the screen. Colin’s ears pick up a soft whimper exiting your lips as the man in the movie goes down on the woman.

There’s some movement in the corner of his eye. He turns slightly and watches your small hand slip between your thighs. Colin’s mouth opens, shocked. His eyes are no longer focused on the ‘movie’; instead, his gaze is laser-focused on your fingers. Those fingers are rubbing that little button you hide from him. Your fingers are doing the figure eight motion, eyes dazed as your mouth drops open, and soft whimpers constantly exit your mouth.

His cock, twitches, wanting attention. His thick heavy member is hardened underneath his trackies. He watches your head roll back, your eyes half-lidded. His gaze then focuses back on your fingers before slipping his hand into his pants. Slowly stroking his cock, grazing the tip with his thumb, rubbing the pre-cum that leaks out of it around. His eyes threaten to close, but Colin doesn’t want to miss out on your cute little facial expressions and how you innocently touch your clit.

Colin wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, taking his time stroking it, giving his cock a squeeze, tightening his grip as he twists his wrist while stroking up and down. Colin runs his thumb over his tip now and then, the movie is forgotten. Colin hears a slight whine leave you, your hand slipping underneath your knickers. A soft gasp leaves your lips, your fingers grazing your clit before slipping down to your small hole, wanting to get rid of the tingly feeling you are feeling. 

A finger slips in, and a moan falls from your lips. It’s as if you’ve forgotten Colin was there, but he wasn’t complaining. His cock throbs in his hand, enjoying how you let out little sounds of pleasure. Colin’s eyes are dazed, watching your fingers speed up, curling into your spot. A louder but still soft moan leaves you. The room is filled with the groans from the movie, the whimpers and whines coming from your lips and the silent panting coming from Colin’s.

Squeezing the head of his cock, his hand starts to move faster, occasionally massaging his balls as Colin feels his end approaching. He squeezes the base to stop himself from cumming, wanting to see you cum first. He notices you start curling into yourself, back arching and fingers fastening, “oh… oh… Colin…” His name falls faintly from your lips, causing his cock to twitch wildly before his cum shoots out of him, covering the inside of his pants. You whine while cumming, once you are both done. Your face turns a bright red, noticing Colin looking at you, his face flushed, sweat gathered on his forehead and neck, his eyes completely black, a dark look on his face. Your eyes travel down his body wide, noticing his chest wet before focusing on the damp patch forming in his pants. Subconsciously licking your lips at the sight, imagining what it would taste like, the movie still playing in the background.

“I… um…” Colin leans closer, grabbing the hand that remains in your knickers. He pulls it out. Keeping eye contact while he brings it closer, the fingers glisten when the light hits them. Colin brings them toward his mouth before wrapping his lips around them and sucking your juices off, swirling his tongue around them, not wanting to miss your taste. His eyes darken as he stares into your eyes, tasting you on his tongue.

Your doe eyes are filled with lust, and soft whimpers leave you as you feel the tingles come back, slick, gathering between your thighs. Colin pulls your fingers out of his mouth, licking his lips. He tucks a piece of hair that has fallen behind your ear. 

“What was that, Bambi?” You blink, unsure. You shrug, your brows furrowed as you fold into yourself. 

“I… We… You put on the– the movie and– and,” Y/n takes a deep breath, thinking you’ve done something wrong. “I– I got these tingles….” Nervously tugging on his shirt, Colin licks his lips at the sight, especially knowing you touched yourself while wearing it. He’ll never wash it again.

“How about I show you a better way to get rid of those tingles, Bambi?” Colin watches you squirm and rub your thighs together, nodding softly while staring at him with those big innocent eyes he has dreams about.

He quickly grabs and picks you up, heading off to the bedroom. Smirking, the porn left on TV was still playing.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[buckyshusband0]

Mood Boards

(I’ll put the pairing & title that belongs to the mood board) 

NOTE: Please do not use these! These are for my future fics that I will be writing and posting later on!

Dangerous Desires | Biker!Ari Levinson x Singer!Male Reader 

Found Tapes | Andy Barber x Male Reader 

The CEO’s Affair | CEO!Chris Evans x Married!Male Reader 

Love Bites | Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader 

Harvard’s Hottie | Playboy!Colin Shea x Male Reader 

Crimson Walls | Detective!Bucky Barnes x Killer!Male Reader

Forgotten Birthday | Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Male Reader 

No Title Yet! | Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader 

No Title Yet! | Dark Mechanic!Steve Rogers x Doctor!Male Reader 

No Titles Yet! | Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Prince!Male Reader

No Title Yet! | Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Male Reader 

[cottagecheese1]

Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

[royalsweetteaa]

Hey

I just wanna ask would you ever consider adding more of CE characters in your HCs in future…

You know I love your HC perspective and would want more of his characters may be in them

Bye bye

😘😘😘

I mean, there aren’t many good characters left? 😂 (jk, jk)

Originally thought of adding Colin Shea from ‘What’s your number’, but after a thorough consideration I turned the idea down because to me he’s basically a sweeter version of Johnny and without powers.

Colin’s SO FUCKING PRETTY but it’s so easy to just imagine him as Johnny in these scenes. He’s a matured version of Johnny basically. Still love him tho as a rom com character. 🥰

Also I unironically like Jake Wyler. But I’m unfortunately not motivated to include him.

Side note, I used to read some dark fics with Jake before I ever considered writing here myself and I love them so much, — Here’s a few of these that came to mind and I recommend because they are so good:

Teddy bear - dark!Jake Wyler x Christian!reader by @stuckysdumbbitch

Peaches & cream - dark!soft!Jake Wyler x reader by @mypoisonedvine

I really like Lloyd Hansen but I have yet to be really attracted to the character to the point where I’m actually interested in writing him so…we’ll see? I’ve given him one special appearance in a HC so I might continue with that of adding him as a bonus character.

Nick Gant is so sweet from what I’ve seen, I want to see the movie with him because I bet I’ll love him. Maybe I’ll add him if I like him enough. ;)

Saw ‘fierce people’ with Bryce Langley recently and considered on making a fic with him or add him to some dark upcoming HCs because he is like…perfect dark fic source material. He’s so fucked up and I’m ashamed to say I find him kind of hot…if we ignore the specific things he did. But idk I have mixed feelings. Let me know if I should.

Otherwise —

I haven’t seen the movies with Lucas Lee, Robert Pronge or Curtis Everett (not interested in seeing them either), already made up my mind on not writing Mike Weiss because he’s based on a real person and that bothers me a bit, I don’t really care for Frank Adler (sorry, haha), and lastly while it’s a good movie Chris directed and playing the character Nick Vaughan, the character himself is bland to me, I’m sorry. 😭

Hope that clears up my thoughts and status of other CE characters, tho I’m curious which specific characters you were hoping I’d add @elle14-blog1 👀

[the-iceni-bitch]

Updated: 11/08/2021

Check out my WIPs!!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!

I am no longer doing taglists. Please follow my side blog, @the-iceni-library to stay up to date on all the latest filth!

This blog is 18+ ONLY!!! Because I’m an old lady, I love to use bad words, and there’s just a ton of porn here. There will be an occasional dub-con or very dark fic. I do like writing fight scenes so there are going to be mentions of pretty graphic violence. I do my best to tag accordingly, and put content warnings on each of my fics but if you notice I’ve missed a warning anywhere, please DM me and I’ll fix it ASAP!!

I write reader insert fics for whatever I feel like, but it’s mostly Chris Evans, Henry Cavill, and Sebastian Stan characters. I will also probably have more wlw fics as well, so look forward to those! I’m up for anything! I do my best to keep descriptions of the reader as vague as possible to keep things inclusive, but will sometimes add descriptors of easily changed aesthetic things (i.e. tattoos, piercings, etc.). Again, if you have trouble fully immersing yourself in one of my fics due to a reader description, please let me know! I welcome constructive criticism.

I am not taking requests but if you send me a thirsty thot, who knows! There are a few things I won’t write for

Soft Nos (mostly because I just have trouble drawing references for them)

-sub-reader (at least for MF fics, I have a hard time getting in this mindset)

-non-con/rape

-size kink

-breeding kink

-A/B/O

-RPF

Hard Nos 

-DD/LG

-bestiality

-underage

-toilet stuff

Alright, onto the links! Please enjoy!

Kinktober 2021!!

Vices Assemble

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Andy Barber

Mr. Freezy

Bryce Langley

Mike Weiss

Colin Shea

Curtis Everett

Johnny Storm

Paul Diskant

Frank Adler

August Walker

Geralt of Rivia

Bucky Barnes

Charles Blackwood

Lance Tucker

Thor Odinson

Billy Lee

Brunnhilde Valkyrie

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Deadpool

Wade Wilson’s Special Hell 🔪

[imaginedreamwrite]

Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

[navybrat817]

You can't drop the tag 3 men 3 holes and not expect me to now be wondering who gets which hole 🤭😏.

Mina, we can happily discuss. It's the new OAV. 😏

[onsunnyside]

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐔𝐬 & 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: here are my current favourite aus & wips. this list will change as time goes on. yes, i know there’s a lot, i can’t help that I’m a slut !! here are the tags so each au can be located.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my works. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

All unnamed/not tagged prompts: #sonnysprompts | ⭐️ = coming soon

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐔𝐬: meet my always changing hyperfixations !! none of these are listed in other categories. 

70s camp counsellor!ari x brat!reader

70s sleazy rockstar!ari x groupie!reader

beefy best bros!ari & curtis

beefy friends with benefits/daddy with benefits!ari

best friend!Ari helps you make a baby ⭐️

bodyguard!ari x innocent crybaby!reader

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari ⭐️

cat daddy!ari | tiny house big love (small home neighbours)

cam daddy!Ari x shy nerdy gamer!reader ⭐️

Curtis x airhead!reader | Steve x airhead!reader | frat boys x airhead!reader | dilf!Ari x airhead!reader

dad’s best friend!Ari

dark baby daddy au

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

dirty cowboy daddy!ari (grumpy x sunshine)

fluffer!reader (pornstars!: Ari, Curtis, Steve, etc.)

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!Steve Rogers

king of the north!curtis x princess!reader

kitten!reader (crossover)

mafia au ⭐️

Mary’s Song (by T.Swift inspo)

mean biker!steve

mean boyfriend!jensen

mean daddy!jensen x brat!reader

MMA fighter Ari | MMA fighter Curtis

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

nudist!ari

outlaw!Ari

pervy brother’s best friend!Ari x innocent!reader

robber!ari

shy boyfriend!steve | shy boyfriend!ari

sleazy motel daddy (with the besties @hansensgirl @celestianstars)

Stalkers: jake jensen | stalker nomad!steve | dark roommate jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

thick daddy!ari

toxic boyfriend!ari

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: the older ones. they’ll come some day, who knows when that is. 

Top Priority:

bear!/grizzly!Ari AU (not a shapeshifter, perhaps just vibes/bear hybrid-esque) ⭐️

dark mythology AU

ex fiancé!ari

sexshop owner!ari x florist!reader

sleazy rockstar!ari (soft dark)

true crime writer!reader, cop!/agent!Ari

2000s au/2000s!actors!Stucky

Adventurer AU

Chef!Ari

Colin Shea AU

circus AU (major crossover)

Cult AU

Doctor AU (“Lovesick,” doctors!stucky x clumsy!reader)

Soft Dark Chris Evans x actress reader (age gap) - IN PROGRESS

Teachers!Stucky AU (dumbass!reader)

Western!Steve AU

[steviesdoll]

Hi, I'm liv and I'm a writer. I love to write and read.

Please follow my sideblog : @steviesdolls-library

Requests are open. If you want to send me one you can. I'm free right now so I could complete your request. I mostly write dark fics but you can also send a non-dark fic.

My blog is 18+ plus though every stories of mine doesn't has smut but they are adult themed. So if you're under 18 please do not interact with my fics. If I find a minor interacting with my fics I'm gonna block them .I don't wanna sound rude but I've to say this to you people.

Here is my tumlr masterlist :

Series :

Love Me Masterlist

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : Reader is back to New York after a decade. She is best friends with Natasha Romanov and Wanda Maximoff. Through Natasha she meets single father Steve Rogers and she develops feelings for him. She is also the dance teacher of Steve's daughter Sarah. But what happens when they both fall in love with each other?

Status : In progress.

Love in New York Masterlist :

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : In which reader is the wife of Steve Rogers. They have four daughters and their live is Perfect.

Status : In progress.

Woodward After Dark

Dark Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : You are a vet who came to visit the mysterious city of Woodward hills. The city is very mysterious, people believe the spirit of the last heir of the Rogers family still haunts the people.So no one is allowed to come out of their home after 8:00pm at night. You wanted to find out that if the rumors are true or not, so one night you come out of your cabin. Then you meet a mysterious man after that your life turns upside down.

Status : Yet to be posted.

You are ours Masterlist

Dark Stucky x reader

Summary : In which Bucky asked you on a date but you rejected his offer. So he aquires Steve's help in makin you theirs.

Status : In progress.

One Shots :

I see you

Dark Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : You are a high school student and your life is perfect. Your parents have money, you're the most popular girl in your school and you are an excellent student. Until one day when you get strange messages from an unknown number.

Hello

Dark Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : You got the new job as the babysitter for Kyle Rogers and Maria Rogers children. So you were very excited for your new job. One month passed and everything went well. Until one when you had to babysit the children for the whole night, a mysterious man makes appearance in your life.

Mirror

Minotaur Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : Can a mirror change someone's life? Yes.

Once upon a time

Run With Me

Knight Steve Rogers x Princess reader, slight Bucky Barnes x reader.

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : What happens when your boyfriend asks you to run away with him the day before you to are going to get graduated.

Will you marry me?

Soft! Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You and Steve with best friends since childhood. You liked him very much but just as a friend but what happens when he forces you to marry him? Will your relationship with him ever remain the same?

Promised

Prince Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary : Reader, the princess of York was promised to the prince of Brooken after you were born. You were to marry him the day you turn eighteen. But you didn't want to marry him because your heart belonged to someone else. So will you listen to your heart and bring shame to your family or will you do your duty as the princess and marry Steve?

One Shots :

Hate You

Dark Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy x reader

Summary : The day when Robert first saw you, he knew you were made for him.

One Shots :

Your Stalker

Hacker Jake Jensen x reader

Summary : Your stalker is bored by watching you in the small screen of his. So he decides to pay you a visit.

Series :

Cursed

Prologue Part 1

Naga King Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary : What happens when the reader mistakenly awakens the most terrible monster from his deep sleep .

You Are Ours Masterlist

Dark Stucky x reader

Summary : In which Bucky asked you on a date but you rejected his offer. So he aquires Steve's help in makin you theirs.

Status : In progress.

One Shots :

True Love

Peasant Boy Bucky Barnes x Princess reader

Summary : Can the princess show the power of true love.

_____________________

Note : Requests are open. If you want me to write something please let me know.

CE

Chris Evans with babies

Chris Evans being a dork and a drama queen

Chris Evans as Colin Shea

Chris Evans as Mike Weiss

Chris Evans as Ryan Ackerman

Chris Evans as Kyle

Chris Evans as Harvard Hottie

Chris Evans as Lucas Lee

Chris Evans as Nick Gant

Same Expression

Captain Murica